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JOSE. 57 distance. “Bring him this way, sir, so we can con- fess the critter.” “Ts it all over?” Baumann asked, slightly turning his head but keeping his eyes fixed on the Indian. “Allover? Yes, up and away, like snakes in the grass—all but two. We nipped one by the leg just in time to hold him,” Bill replied, stepping up be- hind the prisoner; “and the other was killed down and over like a prairie chicken on a fence, by that Mexican infant, just as he was about to ride off a horse. He was the first on his feet and like a flash after the red Mormons. Now, then, get along, part- ner,” he continued, plying the Indian with the butt of his rifle. “Will the wise man strike his friend who has watched over him?” asked the Indian, turning and gazing at the freighter with a stern look. “Friend?” repeated the other. “We’ll look into your friendship right away.” Without another word the Indian, covered by two rifles, was led to the camp, where a number of torches that had meanwhile been lighted, cast a spectral glare upon the groups of men rudely startled from their slumbers. In the center stood Green and the wagon-boss, while near at hand some of the freighters were lashing the captured Indian to the large wheel of a wagon. Erect and defiant, the Indian stepped into the circle of the light as if waiting to be addressed. The wagon-boss regarded him with a long, search- ing look; then he said: “What brought you here? The Kickapoos rarely stray so far from their territory.” “The Kickapoos were commanded by Iron-Fist, the great hunter, to bring tidings to all trains before Gomichboo Ss (E(0)